Classic Poem

Like silver torrents flow thy words to me,
But ah — I have no voice to answer thee.

My heart thy words have burnt with whips of fire,
Do they not burn thy lips, O Heart's Desire?

Thy promises are broken every day,
Yet — See my faithfulness! — I hear you say.

Candle-like wastes my body all these days
My flame-like tongue endures to sing thy praise.

O Hasan, I have spoke and sighed and sung,
Yet never from my heart my tale was wrung,
My secret grief can never find a tongue.